Rude awakening by future Mother in law - Sex Stories

Rude awakening by future Mother in law

... my shaft is straining and throbbing like hell. Why is my imagination playing tricks on me like this? Surely it is just my imagination. She is probably just a little hot. She is probably just wearing the normal, boring crap she always wears. My 9.5 cock is still rigid, however, at the thought that those huge melons might be swaying away, naked, just inches away from my face. Then I feel Rita start to adjust my bedding again. This time she seems to be smoothing it down around my actual body. She works her way down my left side and then down my right until the sheet is pulled tightly across my hairy chest, tummy and hips, my cock sticking up like a tent-pole. She then starts working her way up both sides of my hairy muscular legs; smoothing the sheet tightly to the form of my calf, knee and thigh. I feel her get closer, and closer to my balls. I am struggling to maintain the illusion of being asl**p. My breathing is getting erratic; I am twitching more and more as she gets closer to my cock. God, I hope she thinks I am dreaming. My senses seem to be on high alert. I am bombarded with sensations, mostly from my throbbing cock. Her smell is all around me. I am focussed on every sound. I try to picture what is going on around me. It just makes me more aroused. She stops suddenly then commences to do the same thing along my right leg. My heart is pounding as she gets closer, and closer to my bollocks. Will she smooth the sheet over my tight ball-sac? Will she now smooth the sheet ...

... over my stiff cock? I become aware that I am now actually hoping fervently that Rita will touch rock Hard Cock. I desperately want her to smooth her palm over my balls, to stroke her fingers up and down my raging shaft. I want to feel 'owned' by her. For her to be able to use me in any way she wishes. My worse fear now is that I will betray myself by shooting my load. How will I explain that? I have never felt so conscious of my cock. It seems as though all my senses are focussed entirely within this protrusion of throbbing flesh. I want to arch my back, to pull back my foreskin, to wank myself furiously, but there is no relief -- just building excitement and frustration and anticipation. My mind is in a whirl. Then I feel it. Just a slight graze. Just the slightest brush of Rita's hand against my balls. I'm sure I quivered. Then it happens. She smooths the sheet tightly around my balls. Her hand pushes as far up my thighs as possible. Brushing lightly against my balls. And, unbelievably, smoothing her palm over the sheet over my balls. My mind is in turmoil. How can this be happening? What is she doing? All I know is it feels wonderful. It's like the most exciting thing I can imagine. This can't be happening. My breath is coming in rasps now. How to maintain the illusion of sl**p. If I 'wake' now what could I say? What could I do? I certainly dodn't want to start fondling, kissing, fucking my gf's mother! God No! I don't want anything to come between me and her daughter. I ...